Bars 11/20/2019
• Written by Erudite
This a Sentence of Recess- Penned in word play
Emcees nowadays after bread like a bird-brain
My nerves strained until I decompress from herb strains
Until I'm level with this Earths plane
They just know he's Erudite, not his birth name
Not my first plight, not my first pain
Not my first verse-not my first flame
Not me at my worse, but the hurt change
The source with curt chains
So if I die early, won't be no Cobain
Soul framed in the whole game- Bigger picture- cold rains
Hit the scripture, hold aims
When my mind a twister- hold feigns
Hold, I
Never did try
Red-eye Jedi
Ever disguised
In the cleverest of rhymes
Mount Everest Grind
Severed to get a head of his time
Go to bed and it will be fine
Read between the lines
Realized I was fucked
Stealing my shine
Tell them what's up
I'd be lying if I didn't feel my pride
Carrying to much- put how I feel aside
That's the trust we'll finally heal inside
Bond and such- we feel, then vibe
I'm dead to my sense, but still feel alive
Robbed of my cents- I let the feeling die
God I'm conviced- I'm stealing time
Haven't been conned since- I healed my mind
Tell me they got my back, but try to steal my spine
I see the tact- I see the grime- My reasons lapse
Need piece of mind- Need it fast-Need a line
Need a grasp- Star 69- just to redefine
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Erudite
Member since August 25 2014